From Rachel Toor
Joan Didion, in her shattering memoir about the death of her husband, The Year of Magical Thinking, wrote, “Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it changes.”
We all know that is true when it comes to losing people we love. And those of us in Spokane, Wash., were reminded painfully when we watched parts of our city be overtaken by wildfires. Thanks to everyone who reached out to ask if my husband, Toby, and I (and our dog, Harry) were okay. We are, for now. But things could change with the direction of the wind. And for so many of our friends, colleagues, and students, life will never be the same.
For a long time, we could safely say that the pace of change in higher education was glacial. But the metaphor no longer holds; now those big hunks of ice are melting as rapidly as budgets, enrollment numbers, and public confidence in our sector.
It makes no sense to me to divide people into two neat camps: resisters and reformers. Even if there are those who identify as such, the excluded middle is where the real stuff and the majority resides.
We’ve seen varying degrees of mission creep—what I’ve come to think of as the smoothie-ification of higher education, where institutions that had been unique get dumped into a blender so they can be just like everyone else.
Everyone wants to believe they’re just a mini-me of Harvard, Michigan, and Amherst. That’s good for no one. Even the community colleges, the draft horses of our sector, are not immune to the pressures to expand from their missions.
The math seems to be telling us that we have too many institutions for not enough people seeking degrees. So what’s the answer?